Rix kicked her feet on the barstool she was sitting on, watching mechs and femmes come and go. Dad was sitting on the barstool next to her, stirring a drink that looked like energon, but it seemed a bit different.
He was in his cybertronian mode, and was focusing on his drink. He seemed… defeated.
Eventually he stood up and walked out, arms crossed and credits left on the bar.
A few moments passed and then a mech burst in, knocking into several mecha.
"Rix?"
She was sitting on an oil barrel, small cube of energon clutched between her servo's. Prowl had a servo on her back and she leaned forward, setting the cube on her legs.
"Sorry, m'just a bit tired." She yawned. At first the crew thought it was a habit she had picked up from the humans, but Ratchet explained that wasn't the case. Sparkling's yawned as a way of showing their exhaustion to adults, but would stop at some point during the youngling stage.
She let him take the cube and set it on the table, before letting him pick her up. The seekerling shuttered her optics, sighing softly in content.
"Thanks dad."
She was tired.
"...What?"
It was best to recharge.